On the road It grew old Pulling rabbits From my soul. And I could see On my knees This crusade turn Into me Running Away The whitest lies Came to mind Conversations Silver-lined. And every tone Set in stone My creations Stripped for gold, Running Away And when you ask which road to take Every finger points your way You who never could erase The black forest in your brain But in the twilight there were three Sirens singing you to sleep Pinching all your golden dreams One for every cross you keep And deep within their astral plane You could see the light again You who knew you'd lose the way You who sprints to stay the same Running Away